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.,~\*$@@@# #@@@$*\~,.
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.~\*$@@@## ##@@@$*\~.
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.....,~*$@ @$*~,.....
..,,~\$@@@ Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But @@@$\~,,..
.,~\*$@@@@ This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To @@@@$*\~,.
....~~~\$@ All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I @$\~~~....
.,~\*$@@@@ Was Being Bothered By Something In A @@@@$*\~,.
..,~~**@@@ Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How @@@**~~,..
.....~\*@@ Would I Have Done It, What Is The @@*\~.....
.,~\*$@@@@ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It @@@@$*\~,.
.,~\*$@@@@ Consist Of...? And Through The Process @@@@$*\~,.
.....~*$@@ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until @@$*~.....
.,~\***$@@ I'M Standing There With Nothing. @@$***\~,.
.,~\*$@@## ##@@$*\~,.
...,~\\$@@ Reductionist Hell - @@$\\~,...
.,~\*$@@@@ I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept @@@@$*\~,.
......~*@@ Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More @@*~......
.,~\*$@@@# Abstract They Are, The Things, Until #@@@$*\~,.
...,,~\*$@ They Cease To Be Things At All @$*\~,,...
...,,~~\*@ @*\~~,,...
.....~*@@@ Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is @@@*~.....
...,~\**$@ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They @$**\~,...
.,~\*$@@@# Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful #@@@$*\~,.
.,~\*$@@@@ Sense. @@@@$*\~,.
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.,~\*$@@## And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, ##@@$*\~,.
.,~\*$$@@@ When I Am Nothing But The Question, It @@@$$*\~,.
.,~\*$@@@# Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My #@@@$*\~,.
....,\\*@@ Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever @@*\\,....
.,~\*$@@## Was After That. ##@@$*\~,.
.,~\*$@@@# #@@@$*\~,.
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